Thou Art The Fallen
written by: Sarah Samarbaf
On a vertiginous edge,
the weight of being crushes the chest of this melancholic sleepwalker,
feet stuck in the mud & the corpses of the past.
Defeat upon defeat, sorrow upon sorrow.
Those euphoric drunken moments there,
and this sober tear here.
Absurdity calls, sharp and clear: ’Jump and let it go.’
Raw insight murmurs with hope & fear: ‘Stop. Don’t go forth.’
No compass, no north,
the wanderer wavers between peace of death and chaos of existence.
Now, stepping back,
surrendering to the risk of life.
Thus, another lost.
Henceforth, passed his climax,
rebellion free,
just overthrown by all the fake facts.
Sarah Samarbaf is a poet, with a background in performing arts. They, as Luca Parondi, live on bread and movies, as well as writing and reading.
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